Just a picture in a frame
That last day leaving summer camp,
didn't know she would be there too.
My protector, my ghost..
I expect each of us as kids dreamed,
yet scared to define the two.
Watched as she drove away, life lost a little of its taste
so far out of my league, yet always wondered,
what another life could've replaced.
Don't invest in secrets of yesterday,
and certainly not tomorrow.
Put all your coin on this today..
that which all old men
seek to borrow.
Carry your heart for all to respect,
live long all precious days.
Don't trust your soul to intellect,
for it'll abandon you..
just when you trusted it
to stay.
There's genius in a child's clutch,
and love in life's brocade.
Without it most don't hold to much,
and see all wither that they made.
Don't know if the past matters much,
to me remains ever just the same.
When two lives shared all in touch,
and one just a picture in a frame.
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